After My Brother Died, I Became Him
Language: en
My twin brother was murdered, dismembered, in our own home. I was the only witness. But I couldn't remember a thing. The doctors called it traumatic amnesia. They said the memories might never return. My parents refused to believe it. They tried everything—electroshock therapy, hypnosis, experimental drugs... None of it worked. All it did was leave me with the same crippling depression that had haunted my brother. After my ninth suicide attempt, my parents finally broke. Their eyes were bloodshot as they screamed at me. "Stop trying to be him! Every time you fake it, you make us sick! You…